Chapter 36: A Hero Complex

Chapter 36: A Hero Complex

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"Just Believe In Yourself, And You Can Become A Hero!"

-All Might, (My Hero Academia)

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After Deathstroke left me after listening to my plan, I also prepared to leave the area. The cops were gonna be here any minute and I didn't want to waste my time explaining to them what I was doing in a destroyed farm alone at night.

But why was I getting the feeling that I was forgetting something? I looked around trying to figure out what I was forgetting.

My photographic or eidetic memory like all other eidetic memories out there acted on the principle of perfect recall. It means whatever I see, smell, hear, or experience after my transmigration will be stored perfectly in my mind without the memory deteriorating with time. But if I have to recall that knowledge, I'll have to think about it like searching for a particular file on a computer. That's why a lot of geniuses even though have eidetic memories still forget about general stuff like eating. It's not because they are idiots but simply because they don't care enough to try to actively recall that data from their minds.

Hmm? Oh, that's it. I had forgotten about Clark, the friendly neighborhood Kryptonian who was currently knocked out in a puddle of water.

I could wake him up and take him with me but the thing is that I already have too much stuff in my hands. I mean literally the Kryptonian warrior on my back is heavy enough for me. I can't afford to carry a Kryptonian teenager as well. Also, I am too lazy to wake him up and explain everything to him. It's better that he doesn't know anything about the extraordinary parts of my life until he completely trusts me.

He can find his own way home after he wakes up. This is his hometown after all, so even if people find him, they won't exactly be suspicious of him being an alien or a criminal just because he was sleeping in a puddle of water. Worse comes to worst, he will merely be grounded if his parents find out.

So I just picked up Aethyr's unresponsive body on my back and set off on my floating hoverboard to the location of the Bugatti EB110 whose coordinates were being displayed by Cortana on my watch. It was a car that 'my father' Thomas Wayne had bought for his car collection but unfortunately, he was never able to ride it although, Deathstroke was making his damn best to make sure that the car was used to its full potential by driving it everywhere he went.

Reaching the destination, I opened the trunk of the modified car and put the deceased Kryptonian's body into it locking the doors, not caring to bind her with anything since even Kryptonians can't exactly move once they are dead unless, of course, someone revives them with the help of a Kryptonian life matrix or some sort of magical ritual which on second thought is too common a thing in DC.

I should probably destroy the body as soon as I can after I am done with my experiments on it. After all, I don't want her to suddenly come back to life to take revenge against me, do I?

As I continued thinking about the various ways I could destroy a Kryptonian dead body, I reached the Kent family home and silently climbed the walls back into Clark's room. Reaching the room, I noticed the door was still closed and nobody had come inside. There wasn't too much noise as well in the house, so most probably the Kents didn't even have any idea that their guest and adopted son just had a fight with a murderous invincible alien soldier not even an hour ago.

I didn't have any plans to tell them as well. They will find out about their son using his powers if they find out. As far as they are concerned about me, I am just a normal kid who slept the entire night in Clark's room without even knowing what the young teenager was doing or where he was.

"Oh and before I forget..." I quickly went to Clark's restroom and began to look among his things, particularly his toiletries.

"There it is." After only a few minutes of searching, I found what I was looking for. I had a big smile on my face as I held three strands of hair in my hand.

Hmm, I guess I did close off the windows last night before sleeping. I had been getting paranoid lately and locking all doors and windows before going to sleep was just one of the many many new paranoid habits I had picked up. I don't know if this paranoia is my own that I developed due to my constant thoughts of how to survive in this new world or something that I inherited from the original Bruce. But whatever it was, I was thankful for it because I knew that it could undoubtedly one day save my life even though it was giving me real trust issues whenever I met new people.

"You know Clark, your father is right. You don't have to force yourself to help or save other people. The world is always harder on heroes than on criminals. Individuals are smart but people, people are stupid and the only thing people like to see more than a hero is to see a hero fail." I said as I looked at his hunching figure, sitting on the sofa and looking lost in self-doubt.

"... No. I-I know that every time I try to help someone, it might be inconveniencing someone else, that I might be meddling in other people's business whenever I try to aid somebody but I can't help myself. My father wants me to be Clark, someone who leads a normal life by keeping his head down but I am not just Clark. Clark Kent is a part of who I am but I am more than just that. I am, I am..." Clark stopped as he looked unsure of what he truly was.

"It's not who you are Clark, it's what you can be. A Hero. In fact. anyone can be a hero as long as they have the heart for that. And meddling when you don't need to... is the essence of being a hero." I told him at which his eyes seemed to light up as he looked at me with enlightened eyes.

Man, I think I have quite a future as a professional motivational speaker.

"You taught me a lot of things today Bruce. You made me see a lot of stuff from a completely new point of view. Thanks." He thanked me earnestly.

"It's okay. Just remember to not forget your little friend if you become famous someday doing hero work. Maybe start with cleaning beaches and stuff. Be a hero for the environment as well you know. Who knows, maybe one day we will join you and we will open our club full of heroes." I joked at which Clark began to laugh as well.

"Bruce, good morning. Hope you had a good sleep last night. Anyways, breakfast is served, boys. Join us at the kitchen table. Selina is already there and she threatened to finish both of your portions if you do not get there right now." Mama Kent informed.

"Good morning to you too Mrs. Kent. And of course, Selina is there. She is always the first person in the room whenever there is free food involved." I grinned as I got up from the sofa.

"Selina is up already? How come I didn't hear her? She must be really stealthy." Clark murmured to himself with a voice full of awe.

Oh, he had no idea about how stealthy the little kitty truly was. She was gifted in that area. I have to work on my stealth a LOT more if I want to catch up to her or go to the same stealth level as the original Batman is supposed to be on. Only then, will I be able to catch beings like Kryptonians and Martians off guard like him.

"Let's go. I still need to give Mr. Kent the business proposal I wanted to give him regarding his farm last night." I said while hoping in my heart that he was not as big as a goody-two-shoes fool in reality as he presented himself to be.

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